It’s crazy how something so awesome as the Internet is so fickle when it comes to connecting to it. I demanded a prorated refund from my ISP when mine went out a few months ago for almost a week. Apparently someone drove their car into the POP that served my neighborhood.

“Wah! The hurricane that killed 3,573 people caused me to lose my Webpipe connection for a day. So, I’m going to have to use my stupidphone instead.”

Fucking simpering Millennials! 😉 Shit. Due to 2 separate technical incidents in the last year, I went a total of 5 months without the Interwebs. And my phone is a rotary phone, so it was an absolute disconnection. However, I barely missed “being connected” at all. Aside from this place, there ain’t much on the Wep-pipes worth connecting to.

That fucking hurricane cost me my fucking leg…there people the like reading IST just wanted to let them know I was not one of those twats that gets frustrated and leaves the blog for awhile….I enjoy what I do….

Well, anytime I see less than 27 new topics since my last visit, I know something is up that’s out of your control. They could probably sever all your limbs and you’d just pull a “Monty Python Knight”, declare it a “flesh wound” and type 7 blog posts using only your tongue. It’s safe to assume most of your regular readers would know you’re not going anywhere. (Is there such a thing as Blogging OCD?)

But what’s this about a hurricane taking your leg? Do you mean in the past, or now? Shit, man! If a hurricane just took your leg and your blogging production slipped by a barely recognizable amount, you are one tough ol’ hombre!

Trying to save a house and I was thrown to the concrete….broke it badly and permanently…blogging was my rehab from depression….before that I wrote papers and such…..blogging took my mind off a disability that forced me to retire….I try to post 5 a day….sometimes people get frustrated and take a break from their blog…not going to happen unless it is a dirt nap. chuq